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4.

"You live here on your own?" Lantash asked, when they had arrived in Sam's house.

"Yes, it's just me living here."

"It is a very large dwelling for one person," he remarked.

Sam nodded. "I suppose. It's a pretty common size here, though. Well, in this country at least. I think our houses are bigger than what people have in many other countries."

"It is a very different life you live, compared to the quarters where Martouf and I live in the tunnels."

"Well, to be honest, I'm actually rarely home. Here, I mean. I usually stay in my quarters at the base, which are much smaller. So in reality my life is not that different from yours, I think."

"I see. I have never seen your quarters on the base. Are they similar to the guest quarters I stay in there?"

"Basically, yes, though I spend so much time at the base that I've gotten mine fixed so they are a bit customized - and personalized, of course. If you want, I can show them to you the next time we are at the base."

"I would like that." Lantash smiled. "I would also like to see more of your house here - though I gather there is not enough time to do so right now."

"No, we're in a bit of a hurry, but when we come back you can look at my house all you want." She gave him a small smile. "By the way, I also haven't seen your quarters. In the tunnels, I mean. I... have had memory flashes of them - or rather of the ones we... sorry, that you shared with Jolinar, I mean."

Lantash's expression became somber. "There is not much difference, except that our current quarters are somewhat smaller."

"Of course." Sam shook her head. "I'm really sorry I asked. I know it must be painful to be reminded."

"Samantha, as we have said before, you may ask us anything. If you would like to see our quarters, then we would be very happy to show them to you."


Since they would only be gone for a few days, it took them fairly little time to pack.

"All right, before we leave, I'd like to change out of my BDU and into civilian clothing - sort of like a way to differentiate between work and leisure time, that I'm actually off duty for once." Sam smiled. "I took aside some clothes for you too. It will also make us stick out less, wearing normal clothing, I mean."

Lantash nodded. "That makes sense. I will go and change."

"Okay, I'll do the same, and then we should get going."


Sam smiled when she saw Lantash. "Wow, those clothes suit you really well!" She let her gaze run over him, from his head to his feet. He was wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt with an unbuttoned blue shirt over it. He also wore a pair of jeans, with the leather belt Sam had picked out.

"Thank you, Samantha." He smiled happily as he admired her looks as well. "Martouf and I also very much like what you are wearing. It suits you very well."

She blushed. "Uh, thanks. That's, that's really kind of you to say." She smiled again, happy he liked what she had put on. She had picked a pair of jeans that she knew fit her really well, and was also wearing a beige shirt, together with her favourite soft, blue knitted sweater.

"It is the truth. You are beautiful, Samantha."

"Uh... thanks..." Not sure what else to say, she checked her watch. "Ah, we need to get going. Grab the leather jacket we got for you, and put on the dark shoes."

Lantash smiled. "Yes, Samantha." He winked at her and gave her a mock salute, like he had seen people do to their superiors at Stargate Command. "Immediately."

She rolled her eyes at him, but then she grinned. She shook her head, as she put her own shoes and outerwear on.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"I am."

She smiled at him. "That jacket looks really good on you. I'm glad we decided to buy it."

"As am I. But then Tok'ra have a certain... affinity for leather." He gave her an amused look.

She picked up her bags. "Your luggage are over by the door."

"Yes, I know."

They went outside with their bags, and packed them into the trunk of Sam's car, together with a few of the presents which had not fit and were in a large plastic bag.

"Okay, we're ready to leave!" Sam said.

"Is my bag in there among the rest too?" Lantash asked, anxiously.

"If you're thinking of the bag you had brought with you from the Tok'ra, then yes, it's in there too."

"Good," Lantash said.

"You know, you can't wear anything that looks, uh, alien while we visit Mark and his family," Sam said.

"I know. The bag does not contain clothing of mine."

"Okay - good." Sam looked searchingly at him for a moment. She thought he had a somewhat mysterious expression, but if he did not want to tell her what was in the bag, then she would just have to hope he had not brought anything that would seem strange or suspicious. Especially to security in the airport.

"Do not be concerned, Samantha. I have not brought anything that would compromise my cover - not anything which could be considered dangerous by anyone."

"Sorry, I know you wouldn't. I shouldn't forget that you're an experienced operative, well versed in being undercover." She grinned. "One more thing - remember to leave Martouf in control or use his voice when we're out among people who doesn't know about the Stargate project."

"Of course. We decided I would be in control until then, though, since Martouf will be in control most of the time this holiday."

She nodded. "Okay. It's too bad people don't know, it would be easier, but I suspect many people would panic." She sighed and opened the door to the car. "Get in."


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